Bound to you

03: Dark Eyes

" everything i hold dear resides in those eyes "

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| Diana La Rossi |

My heels click against the floor as I walk into the club. Sofia easily gave me the location of one that she could enter in the security cameras and intel, along with providing me to be a person that is already existing in their system, no need to complicate ourselves with ID's. The girl she chose is Allie Fughyr, a young girl which is 19 and looks quite similar to me. Sofia had me wear a different wig and contacts, along with changing the shape of my nose using makeup.

Allie works as a stripper here, meaning I have to do her shift for today while I gather information. Sofia chose for me a small black dress which barely covers my ass. It's easy to remove, which I will have to do at one point. For the exact same reason she laughed wickedly as she chose the underwear for me, black lace thongs with a thin see trough bra that has some lace around my nipples but barely.

She said that I need to look like a proper stripper if I don't want to raise suspicion, and I mindlessly went along with it. And so when I walk trough the club, men glance my way, licking their lips. They playfully slap my ass, nodding at me, and I'm forced to smile sweetly at them. They disgust me, and as much as I want to act like it doesn't bother me, I want to puke.

"I'm going to murder them," I mumble into the mic which is attached to my earring, and Sofia laughs.

"Easy now. Our target has yet to make himself known. Enter the door on your left, it's connected to the stage. You're about to go soon," I nod, and follow her lead.

When I enter the room, a bunch of girls are there, applying make up and adjusting themselves. Some have more cosplay costumes, and others are nearly naked. I bite my lip and fix my gloss in a mirror before I stand near a corner, adjusting my heels. They are high, well over my knees, made out of some glossy fabric on the outside and leather on the inside. I also have a knife strapped in there, deep enough to not be seen but close enough for me to easily reach for it if necessarily.

"Allie Fughyr?" The manager calls, his deep russian accent thickening his tone. "Ты встал!"

"You're up," Sofia translated for me, and I nod at the manager before making my way on the stage.

The lights go out and a single circle of light is fixed upon me as I walk to the stage. Men begin to cheer, and my gaze fixes on one at the very bottom, watching me like a hawke. I grin, walking towards them as the song starts. My hands trail up my body and I grip the pole, hooking my leg around it as I lift myself up. With a shaky breath, I let go, arching my back towards the crowd, my chest at full view for them. They begin cheering, and my grin widens.

I grip the pole, twisting my body and legs around it, spinning as I land on the floor. I run my hands around my waist as I make contact with that man, then pull my zipper down. The dress falls and unfolds as the men begin cheering even more, and I blow a kiss to them as I wrap myself around the pole, my body full on display for them.

It is a weird thing, the power you feel and hold when dancing on a pole. Knowing with one look you could have a man begging on his knees. It's almost ridiculous, at how easily they can be manipulated.

"You are doing so good so far," Sofia reassures me. "The target is in the corner booth, watching you very carefully. You have the whole club whipped," she claps in the background, and I smile, laughing.

I twist and turn, my legs flying outwards as I hook them around them and arch my back, extending my arms as I slowly fall down the pole, till I reach the floor. As the song begins to end, I glance once more time at the young man watching me before the lights go out. His hair was black, messily falling over his forehead as his blue eyes drank me in. His skin was dark, slightly more tanned than mine, and swirls ran across his forearms, which I'm guessing probably continued higher. I swallow, pushing him at the back of my mind.